Why had I wasted all my time pretending to be someone I wasn't? I was tired, so very, very tired of standing on my own brakes. I felt. . . right. I felt free.
emotion without discipline is as dangerous as a high-powered car without brakes.
What I really value in Angela Merkel is that she has never tried to tap the brakes on my élan, my enthusiasm. She tells me: I'm not going to play the role of the person who has already experienced and seen everything.
Meditation applies the brakes to the mind.
It's all happening too fast. I've got to put the brakes on or I'll smack into something.
Living with a conscience is like driving a car with the brakes on.
Suppose we have a motor and our transmission doesn't work or our clutch or whatever. Then our body, our motor, just takes us down the road. Or our brakes don't work! We must have a coordination system.
No," I said. And maybe it was only because Alaska couldn't hit the brakes and I couldn't hit the accelerator.
When we don’t put the brakes on our self-absorption, we have nothing stopping us from total self-destruction. We become the fruits of our actions.
In an earlier life, were you a pair of brakes?" "Try a brick wall.
I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires.
Common sense is the guy who tells you that you ought to have had your brakes relined last week before you smashed a front end this week. Common sense is the Monday morning quarterback who could have won the ball game if he had been on the team. But he never is. He's high up in the stands with a flask on his hip. Common sense is the little man in a grey suit who never makes a mistake in addition. But it's always someone else's money he's adding up.
Never ride a bike with the brakes on. If something is proving too difficult, give up and do something else. Try to live without resort to perseverance.
If you ahve ever unloaded your pickup by backing up really fast and slamming on the brakes, you might be a redneck.
Call me an alarmist, but there are certain words I don't like to hear together: cheap fireplace, discount brakes, cut-rate surgery.
I have no brakes on. . . analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life.
I will stop at nothing to reach my objective, but only because my brakes are defective.
Together, we can put the brakes on breast cancer.
When you step on the brakes your life is in your foot's hands.
I would say the soul would be more than the engine. The soul would be like the computer system that coordinates everything, from the smog device to the fuel injection system to the brakes.
